Full Text Of Pope Francis’ Apostolic Exhortation Amoris Lætitia

Amoris Laetitia




This post has been edited by khool: Apr 9 2016, 01:30 PM

Bro Yeeck, have you ever encountered Mormons before?

Painful experience eh? ...

as i said, painful experience ...

They usually are, but then again, one doesn't get far by throwing a sales pitch based on unfriendliness vibes right?

Just curious, how did they approach you? And any chance to know where you were approached by them?

ah ... street evangelization thingy yes? I got that from them once.

Was minding my own business waiting for the bus at the Asia Jaya LRT bus stop. Next thing I know, I got this white dude sliding up to me asking me how I am and how was my day. First thing i noticed was his name tag(?!?!!!) ... "Elder <Name>" and he was holding the book of mormon in one of his hands.

So i asked him straight out, "Are u a Mormon?", he answered yes. He was quite surprised that I heard of Mormons before. I told him I used to encounter Mormons and Seventh Day Adventists when I studied overseas, so yes I was quite familiar with them.

He then asked me if I was Christian, so I told him, "Better than that, I am Catholic". Got him surprised a second time around, to which he replied, "Ah, that's ok, we are all brothers (yeah, right!)". He started rambling on and on then, of which I paid him about as much heed as I would a raving PTL Protie pastor.

By divine intervention, my bus suddenly showed up, so I told him, bye bye, thanks for the yapping but i gotta go. He wanted to get my name and number but I told him, that's ok, don't call me, I'll call you ...

Amen to that!

so how much ecumenism and dialog did u manage to have with your Mormon?

Calling card? Really? Talk about MLM ... wonder if the angel Moroni told them to do it that way ...

machine gun rapid fire mode ... ON!!!! so very impressed ... NOT!!!!

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It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Rev Fr Antoine Henriot MEP, a priest of the Archdiocese of Kuala Lumpur, on 13 April 2016 at the age of 92. Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord and let your perpetual light shine on him. May his soul rest in peace.



Fr Henriots body will be brought to Holy Family church tomorrow thurs after the 7 am mass at Little Sisters of the Poor (LSP) Cheras and will lie in state at our church until the funeral mass on the morning of Friday and burial at Holy Family cemetery.

Wake in LSP tonight. Kajang tomorrow and funeral in Kajang at 3 pm on Friday

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A Sharing of a Lovely experience with God! ...

My brothers and sisters, a few weeks ago, I shared with you an encounter with our Lord that touched me in a very deep way. I had a second encounter that I have only shared with three or four people in my life. I feel compelled to share it with others now.

My second encounter with our Savior took place in a very unlikely spot – a pizza shop. It was an unusually warm early spring day and I was working in Allentown, Pennsylvania. I had left work and had walked uptown to one of my favorite pizza shops.

As I was walking, two young females identified themselves to me by their first names. They told me that they were representatives from the Mormon Church. They asked if I was willing to spare a few moments of my time. Normally, I never entertain these people. I usually continue walking or say that I am Catholic and am not interested in their teachings. I was intrigued by their politeness, so I found myself stopping. They asked me my name and if I practiced a religion. I answered their questions while internally gearing myself up to protect my faith from their onslaught. Instead of debating religious beliefs, I found myself discussing things such as my family, the area in which we live, and life in general. Our conversation continued on for about five minutes or so when our talk started to get more focused on faith and beliefs. Finally, they posed a question to me, one that was very basic but yet intense enough to debate. They asked me if I believed that God walks among us in our daily lives and that he takes on human form to interact with us and test our faith in him. I pondered this for a bit and answered the question. I told them that I do believe that God can do this. I also stated that I believe that if you look deeply into the eyes of another human, no matter the race, sex, ethnic origin, or socioeconomic class, you could truly see the face of God. They told me that I answered beautifully and said that I had a gift. We made some more small talk and then they asked me to pray the Lord’s Prayer with them. We prayed then shook hands and parted ways. As we left one another, they told me that one day I would see the face of God when I least expected it.

Having left my new friends, I continued on finally reaching my destination. As I approached the front door of the restaurant, I noticed a young man huddled in the corner of the doorway shivering. He appeared to be in his early thirties. He was very dirty and wore tattered clothing. He just stood there smiling at the people as they entered. I said Hi to him as I continued into the shop. I got a call on my cell phone, so I exited the shop to take the call. When the call ended, I turned to re-enter the shop and found myself face to face with this stranger. He asked me if he could have a cigarette. I told this stranger that I don’t smoke as I continued to enter the shop.
The shop was very busy that day so I found myself standing in an unusually long line and my place was back by the door. While standing there, this man re-entered the shop and made his way back to me. Now mind you that the shop was full and there must have been a dozen people in line. There were a lot more people to turn to, yet this man came right up to me. He apologized to me and said that he really did not want a cigarette but wanted to ask for money for lunch but was too ashamed to ask.

Long ago, I made a pack(sic) with myself that if anyone ever placed me in this situation that I would not give him or her any money, but instead offer to buy them a meal. I knew that on this day, I was very short on cash. I wasn’t even sure if I had enough money for my lunch let alone his. Remaining true to my word, I told him that I could not offer him any money, but would be more than willing to buy him lunch. He happily accepted my offer and joined me in line.

As we approached the counter to order, I invited him to order first and told him to get anything he wanted. He again thanked me for doing this and then ordered two slices of pepperoni pizza and a small root beer soda. I placed my order, paid, and then moved down to wait for our food.

While waiting, we began to have a conversation. The man started to tell me that he was stabbed sometime ago. He lifted his shirt part way to reveal his stab wound. The wound appeared to be a “fresh” wound, yet there was no bleeding, was not dirty, and showed no signs of infection. He told me that he was stabbed while trying to protect another person from being harmed. He went on to say that he had a daughter. He told me that his daughter would take her fingers and place them inside the wound so that she could see if it was for real. I listened to his story while all the while thinking I was really talking to a real nut. The man told me that he really misses his daughter and weeps for her daily. He stated that he was upset on how distant their relationship had become. He said that he weeps for her future and will not rest until they are reunited. Soon our order was ready and we went and gathered our lunch. Seeing that I was going to return to my office to eat, I excused myself and wished the man well. He then got up from his seat and embraced me thanking me for all that I had done. As he hugged me, I felt an incredibly feeling of warmth embrace my whole body. With that, I left the store.

As I was walking back down the street, I saw the two young ladies that I had previously talked to. They were at least two blocks away. They waved to me and then vanished into the crowd of people walking. As I recalled my conversation with the ladies, I began to think about what they said and about what had happened to me at the pizza shop. I stopped dead in my tracts as I remembered that I was told that I would see the face of God on day when I least expected it.

You may think I’m insane, but I believe that I broke bread with God that day. It is crazy to say this, but it was too real not to believe. I was not out of the shop for more than a minute when I ran back inside. Upon entering, I looked around and the man was nowhere to be found. There was only one exit out and he had not exited. I went to the restroom and again he was not there. I left the shop puzzled, bewildered and in awe as to what happened.

I believe that this person - this very dirty, underprivileged person was our Lord in disguised. The stab wound is the wound he received on the cross from the Roman solider sent to make sure that he had died while on the cross. The daughter that he mentioned symbolizes us, his children. Our Lord is deeply moved and is very upset at our immoralist society and our turning our backs on the unborn, the poor, the disenfranchise and the lost. He wants desperately for us to return to him and open our hearts and minds and souls to his healing and mercy.

By sharing this with you, it is my hope that those who read this will come to know that God is always there for everyone, no matter the size or complexity of the situation, all you have to do is ask. All that God asks from you in return is for your love back. His arms are outstretched for you. All you have to do is surrender to the love of the Lord. Then you will truly be at peace.



Source: Catholic Friends Worldwide

+ Peace and blessings +

This post has been edited by khool: Apr 15 2016, 09:15 AM

Amen!!!

Matthew 5:9 (NRSVCE)
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.

OMG ... this chap has some serious anger management issues

Not to mention that fig tree in the verse before this incident ...

Amen, Amen ...